Speak |h.s. a.u.|

Chapter Thirty-Six

             Harry was still asleep when Annabelle woke up and got dressed in her bathing suit and put the same long shirt over it. She had brushed her hair and teeth and went through her Tumblr and Twitter. She was beginning to get bored, wondering when he would wake up so she could watch television or go down to the beach. She didn't want to go alone or be stuck with her parents, so she sat at the small kitchen table that faced the balcony. She wanted to wake Harry up by kissing him, seeing his eyes flutter open to the feeling of her soft lips on his warm skin. His back was going to be so stiff when he got up, she knew it and felt sorry for him. She was making him sleep in the bed tonight, even if it meant she would have to take the couch.

She walked to the couch and bent down to be level with Harry. He quietly snored, one of his hands behind his head and the other stretched out by his side with the blanket pulled up to his stomach. Annabelle was so tempted to kiss him, but she decided to do something even better. She searched through her bag, finally finding shaving cream. She tiptoed back to him and filled his stretched out hand with the strawberry smelling substance and touched the skin under his nose with her finger. His body stirred and she repeated the action as his hand finally flew up to his face, smashing the cream all over the bottom half of his face. Annabelle burst into a fit of laughter, the most beautiful sound anyone would ever hear, as she fell to her knees and held her stomach. Harry's eyes widened as he realized what had just happened, a grin sneaking up on his lips as he sat up. He wiped his face with his clean hand and focused on Annabelle as she laughed and giggled until her cheeks were aching. She looked up, her laughter calming down. They both stood up and Harry wiped his hand across her cheek, making her gasp. It was finally his turn to laugh as she wiped her face off and hit his chest. She smeared it across his body and he smeared it in her hair. She did the same to him as the once silent room was now filled with giggles and gasps. Annabelle was backing up slowly until she ran to the bathroom and locked the door before he could catch her. She looked in the mirror, seeing someone different, someone who looked happy and pleased with the events happened around her. She shook her head as she picked up her bottle of shaving cream, a smile still on her face.

She opened the door to see Harry standing in front of the kitchen sink with a paper towel. He turned around to look at her and she smiled sweetly at him, holding the can behind her back. She approached him and stood by his side, looking up to his face that had been wiped clean.

"I can't believe-" she began spraying his face with the shaving cream and used her free hand to smear it down his neck. He quickly grabbed her wrists, stopping her actions and pressing his cheek to hers.

After a few more moments of battling, they were both tired from laughing and running around, trying to dodge each other. They stood in front of the bathroom sink, wiping their faces and hair free of the shaving cream.

"You got it everywhere!" Harry shouted playfully as he wiped his chest. She shrugged, a mischievous grin on her lips. Harry threw his rag in the bathtub and started brushing his teeth. Annabelle stood still, watching him in the mirror for no reason except the fact that she wanted to creep him out. "What are you doing," he mumbled, "you're being weird." He spit out the toothpaste. "You're always weird." He added. She shrugged, making a weird face as she turned around and walked out. 

Her goal of getting Harry back for his stubborn actions last night was accomplished and she didn't have to worry about trying to shun him all day or refusing his touches and kisses. She just pranked him instead, which benefitted her more than ignoring him would benefit her, or him for that matter. Harry couldn't stand it when she wouldn't accept his kisses or cuddles.

All day, Harry tried to sneak a kiss on her cheek or lips when her parents weren't looking. She continued to push his face away from hers. He finally settled with laying his head on her shoulder while she read her favorite book (Peter Pan, of course). His eyes would scan random sentences until he was the one to fall asleep on her for once.